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Just A Game || Drabble

It’s only a game. He could convince himself of that if he tried hard enough. It’s only a game.

It’s one he staked his virginity on, his innocence so to speak, such a stupid assumption. He’s never been innocent. Not even when he turned his face away with disgust, cheeks burning to hear all that Thor had done with his whores. He listened and snuck down to those brothels to learn from the best, fearing the time when those skills would have to be out to use in some political marriage or another. What if his husband was ugly? What if he was handsome? Would he fall in love or hate bitterly? All of it was ruined by the discovery of who he was and his eventual incarceration on Midgard, an act that led inexorably to his body deciding that yes, he was settled down enough to mate. He’d curse that function till the day he died for putting him into this mess.

Did he whore himself away?

He asks that of himself often, was it whoring? Giving the honour of his first lay to a man who wore the same face he did. (You can have it all,) he remembered thinking something along those lines through the fever of heat as the Other’s rut took him over. (You can have it all, my body, my soul, just take me away from here. I’ll go mad if you don’t.)

He’d felt the moment the Other’s seed took root and the knowledge had sickened him. Alone in the universe, what would father say to see him now? Lying belly up like a fish panting for air. Stomach full of a rogue trickster’s spawn. (Gods he was so old, so so old.) And for what? Yes he was free, but now he was claimed, or was he? There had been no bite, no mark to claim him. Instead there’d been a collar and instinct and pride rose up as one against it.

No rival would take a collar seriously as a claim, they’d rip it from his neck just as they slipped a dagger into his belly to kill the Other’s child. Instinct made little sense to him at that point but pride did and how dare that man assume he’d wear a collar?! So he goaded him, not expecting it to work considering that the trickster was so much older than he, but he had and relief and triumph were one in his mind as the Other muttered his displeasure. It didn’t matter, he would win back his affection easily enough.

So he was stolen away, taken to a realm and a palace with pretty elf servants to cater to his every want and need. Ah but they couldn’t provide everything could they? They couldn’t stop the growing bond he felt towards his elder mate. The need to please him as the hormones flooded his system, the jealousy he felt as the trickster played his games in court as he was supposed to. (No right, he has no right to make me feel this way.) It was jealousy and a desperate need for security that made him stamp his feet and demand to be taken away from this world and his mate, foolish and pliable as he was had obliged.

And then their daughter was born, a beauty in her own right, a cruel mix of life and death stamped across her flesh. Who was to blame? His mate’s or his? He didn’t know, but he’d hated her at first and learnt to love her afterwards. Proudly showing her at court and ignoring whispers that he was unable to bear a heir for his lord, glaring icily at potential allies who offered fertile daughters to his mate in the hope that he would take them as brides. He’d whore himself if that was what it took to keep Loki’s eyes on him, sly magic used in the bedroom to make his lord’s moans of bliss echo into their visitors’ chambers. He was sure that Loki knew of his mischief.

But he didn’t stop him.

It was just a game, a tiring one but a game none the less and as he slipped the poison into his lord’s wine glass in full view of the court, he spared Loki a glance and flashed him a wicked smile. (Your move.)

Later when the other was pretending to die in his lap he felt a rush of something for him. It wasn’t love, they had not nearly been together enough for that, no it was something close to gentle adoration, the way in which he felt his expression soften when Loki came into view, how he spoke sweetly to Hela of her father, the teasing light in the other’s eyes when he called him princess.

It wasn’t love…At least he thought it wasn’t, was it?

notanichabod asked: "I couldn't help but notice your problem. If you'd like, I could help you." Jonathan had crept as close as he would dare before speaking. He stayed out of physical striking range in case he had actually managed to sneak up on the god. "Either with treatment of your fear, or a way to ensure you never had to worry about seeing again."

notanichabod:

godoffrostandfury:

godoffrostandfury:

Loki tilted his head slightly in the mortal’s direction. Despite the self inflicted loss of vision, his other senses were just fine and he could ‘see’ the other through different means. His heartbeat, the sound of his breath. “I don’t need help.” He muttered, “this will either eventually pass or I will live with it for eternity.”

What an interesting individual this mortal turned out to be! Who knew that humans could have such high aspirations and such cruel hearts? Certainly not him but in fairness he did not know much about their race, as a rule they were easy to manipulate. Their minds so much slower than that of his kind that talking to them was often a trial he’d rather avoid.

A delighted smile broke across his features and he removed his fingers from Crane’s person with a cruel laugh. “Oh no you can’t doctor, you’ll need my help no matter how much you don’t want to admit it. You’ll need someone to help you learn about all the responsibilities that come with being divine.”

Yes there was a lot of him to learn, the sooner the better and he turned on his heel, beckoning for Crane to follow him over his shoulder, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine as the mortal half growled, half purred. “You need me my dear. I imagine by the end of this we’ll become rather intimate with each other. Come along. I’ll find those books for you.”

Crane’s eye twitched at being told he could not handle the task of becoming a god on his own. He understood that he’d need Loki’s help with immortality, but could not see how the rest of it could be that difficult. Make people believe in him? Fine. Simple. People would be hard pressed to disbelieve something that could very well sneak into their rooms at night. He failed to see what else there could be. Perhaps starting some sort of cult, but with forever to work with, that was hardly impossible. Still. He did not say anything. Angering the god and having his prize taken away before he could claim it was not something he would risk.

Any comments about what he did or did not need were held back as Crane followed behind what he supposed was his newest business associate. There would be time enough to prove his abilities after he became immortal. Until then he would have to play nice. Not that that would be a problem. He had a willing test subject and would be defiling the gods themselves with fear soon enough. Things were looking up.

He did not know what to say to being called dear or the thought of what Loki meant by intimate, so nothing was said. The pet-name could pass simply because of the great things that Crane would get from the god and the great things that he had already witnessed and as for intimacy… either that would make sense later or it would not. It did not much matter.

Loki hummed idly to himself as he led him through the dilapidated corridors of the warehouse he’d taken possession of. His appearance was enough to keep most intruders away and tales of death striking those who dared to step inside kept the rest of those would explore away. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it suited his purposes as a god on the run. Who would dream to look for him there? Before his fall he’d been a prince lavished with luxury, any of the Aesir or the Avengers that might be looking for him wouldn’t come here. It was unthinkable and they underestimated how far he’d fallen.

This mortal had found him though and helped him. His services would bring the revenge he so desperately craved and more importantly could led to his eventually seat on Asgard’s throne. As for the mortal’s reward, he had every intention of providing all he had promised. The worlds were ready for a new god and a new age. If that age was to be one of fear Loki was happy to watch it pass and show the worlds what he had created. Nothing appealed to his sense of chaos and a dark chuckle slipped from his lips, echoing through the empty floors.

His bedroom consisted of what he assumed was a manager’s office once upon a time. Slightly threadbare books were arranged on crooked shelves and a makeshift bed was tucked away in a corner. “The book is written our tongue.” He muttered, moving to the shelves and running his fingers along the spines of the books until he found the one he wanted and held it out to Crane. “I can translate it for you if you want. Or you can struggle by yourself. The decision is yours.”

tagged → #notanichabod
notanichabod asked: Flesh

notanichabod:

godoffrostandfury:

Of all the people he wouldn’t expect to be intimate with him, the good doctor was at the top of that list. He knew he had some effect on the mortal but whether that was sexual or not he wasn’t certain, he was difficult to read. Even more so when he acted completely out of character. Had his eyes been able to open they would have widened to feel Crane push him back against the wall, the sensation of the mortal’s teeth sinking into his neck forcing an unwanted groan from him. “Doctor…”

Scarecrow was the kind to test. To push. Johnny knew something of that impulse, but was better able to push it aside in favor of what he found to be more productive ventures. Jonathan was fond of theories and calculation and intangible things as much as he was with physical work. Scarecrow was not as balanced. He wanted to know what that blue skin would taste like in his mouth. He wanted to know what would happen if he assaulted the god. He needed to see where the walls were so he could push and poke at them until they crashed down. Or until he was forced to stop. If he could be forced to stop.

The animus grinned against Loki’s neck at the groan and pulled away enough to look over the god’s face. He wasn’t sure what Johnny would have done in the situation. His doctor was sleeping. That was the only reason this little test was happening at all. Without a word of response, Scarecrow leaned in again, nipping lightly at a place just below Loki’s ear before biting it properly.

Loki was never one to fully plan his actions, he was far more instinctive. If he could see an opportunity to cause chaos he would use it. Planning was for the old Loki, the one who still believed in things like justice and freedom. What a fool he’d been. There was nothing left but chaos and he had adapted to suit it, the shattered fragments of his mind coming together every so often to form a plan.

"What are you…?" His voice trailed off unexpectedly, leaving him silent and staring with confusion into the mortal’s eyes. What was going on? He lifted his hands to begin pushing Crane away only to be bitten again and he had to grip the wall to keep himself upright. "God…"

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textbookxnarcissism:

godoffrostandfury:

Loki couldn’t help a smile as his hand was taken and he was tugged down the corridor. “Are we going on an adventure?” He asked with a grin, his eyes widening slightly in understanding as he saw where they were going. “Oh it is an adventure isn’t it?”

"Uh sort of,…

Loki hid a smile behind his free hand, following behind Tony as he was pulled up the stairs and out onto the roof. The sight of the stars made him stop and stare and he barely noticed Dum-E or the bottle he held and his hand slipped from Tony’s as he looked up. How long had it been since he’d seen the stars? He’d never taken the time to look up but now…”By the gods…”

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godoffrostandfury:

Loki felt himself relax slightly and nodded, unable to help a small grin. “It’s not what I want.” It wasn’t, now that he had Tony and they were somewhat comfortable around each other he was reluctant to let that go. “Sometimes I suppose. I miss the sights and the sounds,…

Loki couldn’t help a smile as his hand was taken and he was tugged down the corridor. “Are we going on an adventure?” He asked with a grin, his eyes widening slightly in understanding as he saw where they were going. “Oh it is an adventure isn’t it?”

tagged → #textbookxnarcissism
notanichabod asked: Flesh

Of all the people he wouldn’t expect to be intimate with him, the good doctor was at the top of that list. He knew he had some effect on the mortal but whether that was sexual or not he wasn’t certain, he was difficult to read. Even more so when he acted completely out of character. Had his eyes been able to open they would have widened to feel Crane push him back against the wall, the sensation of the mortal’s teeth sinking into his neck forcing an unwanted groan from him. “Doctor…”

notanichabod asked: "I couldn't help but notice your problem. If you'd like, I could help you." Jonathan had crept as close as he would dare before speaking. He stayed out of physical striking range in case he had actually managed to sneak up on the god. "Either with treatment of your fear, or a way to ensure you never had to worry about seeing again."

notanichabod:

godoffrostandfury:

godoffrostandfury:

Loki tilted his head slightly in the mortal’s direction. Despite the self inflicted loss of vision, his other senses were just fine and he could ‘see’ the other through different means. His heartbeat, the sound of his breath. “I don’t need help.” He muttered, “this will either eventually pass or I will live with it for eternity.”

"You can see them and you can use me as a test subject." The fact that the mortal had asked was rather sweet. Considering how he was manipulating him earlier into closing his eyes for the foreseeable future, the fact that he was now taking the time to consider his opinion was quite flattering in a way. There was no hiding an amused grin, the other’s breathy response sending a small shiver of pleasure down his spine.

For the sake of courtesy he ignored Jonathan as he cleared his throat and turned his thoughts to his request. The god of fear….Well it was possible, as far as he knew the position wasn’t taken by any other god and if it was he could easily kill them. If Crane was able to give him the revenge he desired then he deserved a reward of equal value. Fulfilling that wish wouldn’t exactly be easy but it could be done. “You have such lofty aspirations doctor.” He purred, taking a small step closer to Crane and tilting his head slightly with a grin. “The god of fear well…It can be done, as long as you realise that there is a price to pay.”

It was rather amusing to make him feel uncomfortable but his words did need some explanation and he rested his fingers lightly against Jonathan’s forehead. “Divinity takes time to achieve. You are of mortal blood so the process will be rather painful. You will have to be made immortal. The biggest part of religion is rumour is it not? Rumours of your power would have to be planted here and there throughout folklore and that can take centuries. As a mortal you do not have that time.” He then trailed his fingers down to Jonathan’s heart. “I hope for your sake that you have a strong mind, time can break it after all. Are you willing to take all that I am offering in return for making my enemies fear?”

Every part of Crane recognized that he should step away from the god that was standing in his personal space. The other, while being amiable at the moment, was still a threat. But he was interested in what Loki was saying more than worrying for his well being at the moment. To be told that it was possible; that was a greater gift than Jonathan had received in quite some time! He knew there were many nay-sayers out there. That there would be many more if he had shared his aspirations more openly. Then there was the matter of price. Of course there was a price. The good doctor would have been suspicious otherwise. Not that what said price was mattered much; he had decided long ago that he would become the god of fear and was willing to do anything to accomplish that goal.

The sadist’s eye twitched as he was touched. The last thing he wanted while in such an interested state was physical contact. The small feeling of fingertips on his person was ignored. Focus past it. Attend to the more important parts of the conversation. What it would take to become a god. In words it did not sound so bad at all, though practice was usually much, much more painful.

Jonathan licked his lips, a slow swipe of his tongue, and replied, “My mind will not break. No matter how long it takes, I will be a god. I will teach your enemies the true meaning of fear and watch as their minds are pulled into Oblivion.” His voice dropped into something caught between a purr and a growl, “I will do whatever it takes. Make me immortal. I can make myself a god from there.”

What an interesting individual this mortal turned out to be! Who knew that humans could have such high aspirations and such cruel hearts? Certainly not him but in fairness he did not know much about their race, as a rule they were easy to manipulate. Their minds so much slower than that of his kind that talking to them was often a trial he’d rather avoid.

A delighted smile broke across his features and he removed his fingers from Crane’s person with a cruel laugh. “Oh no you can’t doctor, you’ll need my help no matter how much you don’t want to admit it. You’ll need someone to help you learn about all the responsibilities that come with being divine.”

Yes there was a lot of him to learn, the sooner the better and he turned on his heel, beckoning for Crane to follow him over his shoulder, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine as the mortal half growled, half purred. “You need me my dear. I imagine by the end of this we’ll become rather intimate with each other. Come along. I’ll find those books for you.”

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